A sharp spear stabbed at them, barely giving the three men in the room time to react, and the guy didn't even give his name before breaking down the door and attacking them directly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Be careful!" Kenny yelled, then shoved Flynn Sr. away, then spun around to dodge the stab.

The white dove let out a scream, and Kenny pulled out the black steel sword hanging at the end of the bed, and the spear stabbed again, only to see him turn slightly sideways, and at the same time slashed the blade sideways, and the black steel sword slashed off two of the enemy's fingers against the shaft.

The spear hit the ground, and the man fell to his knees, screaming before Kenny raised his black steel sword and cut off the man's head in an instant.

"They're in there—"

Outside the house came a shout, particularly piercing in the silence of the night, followed by the neighing of countless horses.

"Quick! this way!" said Flynn Sr., pushing the flower pot against the window open, turning and waving at the two young men.

Kenny pulled up the sluggish-looking white dove and almost dragged her towards the window.

Suddenly, a slight gust of wind swept across Kenny's face, causing the white arrow feathers to tremble against the walls of the cabin, and then the screech of countless longbows was heard from outside the room, and nearly a hundred arrows were fired from behind him almost simultaneously.

"Don't move!" Kenny lay on the ground, holding the white dove's head.

Old Flynn pressed against the edge of the wall and looked at the two men lying on the ground, and arrows kept whizzing in front of him.

After a strong rain of arrows, Kenny quickly gets up and pulls up the white dove on the ground. "Don't be stunned!" he pushed the dove to the window, "Quick! turn over!" and turned to old Flynn, "Ma'am!"

Before he could finish speaking, Kenny felt the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, and he dodged and quickly turned, first hearing the sound of heavy objects smashing and shattering the floor, and then seeing a heavily armored knight stare at blood-red eyes and raise the heavy hammer again.

He deftly dodged to the end of the bed, trying to attract the attention of his enemies, and after making sure that Old Flynn had climbed through the window, he hissed, and his twin swords collided with the oncoming sledgehammer.

"Listen! knight, you don't have to—"

The heavily armored knight's words are interrupted by Kenny's sword. In a moment of distraction, Kenny stabs his sword at the junction of the enemy's shoulder and arm armor. In the next second, the blood soaked the dark blue blade again, and Kenny withdrew his saber, stomped on the enemy's head, rushed to the window, and flipped out.

The night and the wind were much darker and colder than he had imagined, and before his eyes could get used to the darkness, he was almost able to walk through the trees from memory, and there were countless horses' hooves and angry roars behind him, and he saw countless torches in the reflection of the river, and the firelight that should have been warm seemed to become the eyes of death at this moment, getting closer and closer.

"Nameless!

A familiar voice rang in my ears. Kenny looked back, then quickly ran towards the voice.

"Be careful! the water is a little deep!"

The voice came again. Kenny didn't hesitate to jump into the wide river, the water was neck-deep and he held the black steel sword in one hand, paddling hard with his other hand, kicking both feet at the same time, the biting cold continued to eat away at the last body heat he had, and when he was almost about to give up, he touched the bank slope, which was fortunately not too steep and did not have too much difficulty to get ashore.

"We'll have to find a place to take refuge!" shouted Old Flynn.

"They have horses, we have to go into the woods!" Kenny looked back, and the attackers were about to catch up, more than he had imagined.

"But I can't run....." the white pigeon gasped in pain.

"Offended!" Kenny whispered, then reached for the white dove's shoulder in the darkness, slashed across his back, and single-handedly pushed her to the shoulder, before darling towards the forest.

The wind began to whistle in his ears again, and Kenny felt that his strength was exhausted, but he could not stop the roar of his pursuers and the extremely noisy sound of horses' hooves behind him, at least not before burrowing into the forest.

"Knight..... Knight ....."

"Ma'am, now is not the time to speak!" Kenny paused, panting behind him.

"I can't run anymore, take the white dove with you!" said Old Flynn, gasping for words, his words full of despair.

"Go!!" Kenny yelled at her, "the forest is ahead, the vegetation is so thick that it's hard for horses to walk! Believe me, ma'am, we'll get out!"

"Please!" said old Flynn desperately, "promise me! Don't leave the white dove!

"You've decided?" Kenny put the white dove off his shoulder.

"I really can't run anymore, and if I go on like this, it's only going to hurt you....." Old Flynn sat on the ground and coughed violently.

"White dove," Kenny turned, "you go, Miss Flynn and I stay." ”

"Are you crazy?!" she exclaimed.

"Hurry up!" he yelled at her.

"In that case..... White Dove's tone suddenly became calm, "then stay all." She turned and looked at the approaching torches.

Hundreds of fiery horses came at the same time as the fire, and the pursuers stopped in front of the three, and out of the crowd came an older knight with a narrow horse face and two mustaches, and his silver armor glittered in the firelight.

"I want to talk to you!" Kenny said, raising his chin and looking at the knight on his horse.

The man spun and dismounted, drew a large heavy sword from the saddle, and walked towards Kenny with anger in his eyes. "Huh, you're good?" he tilted his head, "You killed two of my men, and now, you want to talk to me?" he raised his heavy sword, "Delusional!"

Seeing the enemy attacking, Kenny immediately crossed his sword to resist, but the huge force caused him to retreat two or three positions in succession, and the rush just now almost used up all his strength, and when he tried to raise his sword to resist again, the huge heavy sword smashed him to the ground. Immediately after, the enemy smashed his head with a heavy sword, and he raised his sword to block it, but the black steel sword smashed into his face.

After a sharp pain and ringing in his ears, Kenny felt like he was about to faint, and he turned to the side, looked at the white dove in the firelight, and closed his eyes in pain.

When he opened it again, there seemed to be a strong wind rolling around him, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears, which he could not hear very clearly, but he caught a glimpse of the white dove in the firelight, which seemed to have changed its appearance.

The dark blue eyes glowed with a bright light that almost day, and the silver hair over the shoulders floated in the air, and her hands were folded in front of her chest, and the small murmurs seemed to come from her mouth. Then he closed his eyes again in pain.

When I opened it for the last time, there was an eerie dark cloud floating overhead, and something darker than the forest seemed to float with water vapor, which then turned into droplets, and finally turned into a myriad of creepy ice blades.

He wanted to turn his head to take one last look at the white dove, but what he caught a glimpse of was an unfamiliar face.

Suddenly, a hoarse scream pierced his eardrums, causing him to lose consciousness completely.